Grace Jones

Driving down those city streets Waiting to get down Won't you take your big machine Somewhere in this town Now in the parking lot garage I found the proper place Just follow all the written rules You'll fit into the space Pull up to my bumper baby In

Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air, Send in the clowns, send in the clowns, Isn't it bliss? don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move, Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns, Just w

La Vie en Rose Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voila le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose, Il me dit des mots d'amo

't ain't no big thing To wait for the bell to ring 't ain't no big thing, the toll of the bell Aggravated, spare for days I troll down town the redlight place Jump up, bubble up What's in store Love is the drug and I need to score Showing out, showin

Bathed in the water she ran every morning Smacked in the bed she turned down every night I'm strong in food she prepared for me Now I'm all grown up. Heating my hands on the very cold days Drenched in the rain almost every school game And in the midd

Get this right, on the road again Keep on blinking in my eyes And I think I might go home again Another own my memories Almost scattered in the stars And I think I might go home again. Well well well, I'm on a tightrope Well well well, I think I'm fa

Strange, I've seen that face before, Seen him hanging 'round my door, Like a hawk stealing for the prey, Like the night waiting for the day, Strange, he shadows me back home, Footsteps echo on the stones, Rainy nights, on Hausmann Boulevard, Parisian

I was amazed when I first saw Grace Jones She was the first to take radical fashion out of its Predictable Parisian context And bring it into the music scene Where I had always thought it had belonged The first night watching her at Le Mush I already

The sun'll come out, tomorrow, Bet your bottom dollar, that tomorrow, There'll be sun, Just thinkin' about, tomorrow, Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow, till' there's none, When I'm stuck with a day, that's grey and lonely, I just stick out my c

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens ` Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas je vois la vie en rose ` Il me dit des mots d'amour des mots d

You Can't save me, you can't save a wretch like me When she was seventeen She married a Preacher Man And she settled down In a little part of town Followed him all around Having little babies Singing in a little Church In a little ghost town She's so

I was on the first ship to Peru Charted all the courses like all sailors do First to cross the Mason-Dixon line Overseeing wetbacks for good californian wine And I've done it again, done it again, done it again And I've done it again, done it again,

Strange, I've seen that face before, Seen him hanging 'round my door, Like a hawk stealing for the prey, Like the night waiting for the day, Strange, he shadows me back home, Footsteps echo on the stones, Rainy nights, on Hausmann Boulevard, Parisian

We Share the Moon, We Share the Stars When the rain falls, it falls in all In the Right Place at the Right Time You Can See the Rainbow Being Defined Is it Yours, Is it Mine, Is it Ours to Devide It's Not Yours, It's Not Mine, It Belongs to Us... Sun

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Colour and warmth came into your world It makes me crazy When you don't get what you want You scream and you shout, you're still a baby Don't give me a line Keep the lid on the bottle this time, I'm still a lady I won't do it tonight, I won't do it t